Unless you have the recall of a Reese’s monkey pre-lobotomy, don’t expect to keep up with the narrative defenestrations – six through eleven. Yep, it’s enough to take the ride down to the concrete but with so many attractions whizzing by – this binge audience just ain’t used to – Baby, how do we remember, let alone keep up?

Technique Uno – Soy fantástico

Drink a lot of coffee on blankless mornings
preferably black as midnight on moonless prairies

Abstain from every other less than transparent show in town

And walk around erreyday in the same flat soled shoes
with only the beginnings of frayed holes on tops

Technique Dos – Soy terrible

Remember certain scenes and think about those
things you fit your fangs in were only turgid fingers
pushing play dough of what every brain wants

Just intentions of your beliefs welding conclusions

That what makes sense and makes you delight
with a sense of knowing that you get it
by pretending you’re in first place

Technique Tres – Soy regular

Jerking forever big lady seat belt with ghoulish passengers
makes realizing you just saw a heckuva good time
with wild pony boys don’t need urine on their tile
they just need excellent funny present makers

Give me the log and I’ll give you a walk in the downtown streets
to a strip club of my choosing not yours you didn’t get what you want
this time you chose last time and it was all by yourself up there

Exaggerated all the hours about these recriminations by nobody you know
give it a rest already at times I’m gonna do what I wanna do right now

First person tonight to be the first person who will solve your solutions OK?